Markus-Underworld Reborn

Ann was escorted down a deep and long corridor that had been hidden away by deep wool drapes. The ceiling was high and arched, decorated with lavishing crystal chandeliers. Everything was painted a deep maroon. It was quite the site. The hall was lined in velvet covered Victorian chairs, with deep red cherry wood furnishings, paintings, decorations of statues and vases. Every so often she was met by huge oak doors, leading to places unknown to her. They continued to walk down the hall way and rounded a corner. The hallway was the same but there was a staircase leading to an upper level at the end. She liked the wide rug on the floor that covered most of the hardwood flooring. It resembled something of flowers and odd arches with its full maroon, burgundy, black and tan.

They climbed the stairs and entered a hall that was like the floor below in decoration but the wall was painted a deep purple, almost black and the hall was lined with the same dark, huge doors. The two guards that held my arms stopped in front of a set of double doors. William unlocked them, dismissed the guards and escorted me inside. I glanced around the beautiful bedroom. He showed me the doors for the closet and the bathroom for my clothing needs and feminine needs. Before leaving, he smiled at me warmly and spoke.

“Everything you need is in here. Help yourself. Please get some rest. You will need it for my brother will want to speak with you more, later.” He said

I watched him walk out, shutting the door behind him, listening to his steps on the soft carpet as he walked back downstairs. I looked around and gaped at the stunning beauty that I saw. In the right hand corner of the room, stood a high grandfather clock with carvings of angels on the corners, large brass pendulums with small chimes hanging behind the glass door on its front. The face was bold with brass hands and roman numerals which stated it was 11:30 am. There were smaller faces on the sides of the tiny chimes, stating the date and illustrations of the day. Beside it was an oak door that leads to the closet. In the middle of the right hand wall was a large cherry wood dresser with mirror. There were small boxes and decorations on the table top, flowers and a delicate green cloth in the middle. There were large drawers in it with brass, hinge handles. Beside that was another door leading to the bathroom.

The wall facing directly in front of me was a large window with the black drapes closed over them. The curtains were hung by a brass, thick rod with lion heads on each end. No light peaked through them. In front of the base of the drapes stood a large vanity, made of cherry wood. It had a large three set mirror above it. There were drawers on each side, one small one and a deep one underneath that, each side identical. There was a small drawer in the middle under the table top and each side drawer set, table top, stood higher than the middle one. Pushed under the vanity was a small, side bench with a short curved, carved wooden back on it. The cushion looked plush and burgundy. Atop the vanity were small jewelry boxes, bottles of liquid, possibly perfumes and other pretty little decorations. The vanity and bench had little clawed feet on the ends of its long legs. Lying across the side of the bench was a black, silk robe. To the left of the vanity stood a chest of drawers, matching the other furniture in style and in the brass handle, upon it stood more decorations.

The most beautiful thing was the bed. It was a large, cherry wood, four poster bed with an enclosed wooden canopy. The end columns were grooved deeply with vertical lines and each were the size of small tree trunks with square footings. It had a low, carved foot board that hid the base of the bedding. There were deep railings, connecting the headboard columns with the foot board columns which were plain but very wide and thick, peaking from under the beds comforter. The front columns were the same as the lower ones but they were hid by thick burgundy curtains, edged in lace and pulled back to the wall with black rope with frills on the end. The headboard was high and full of arched carvings. It was solid without gapes and the bed looked old. I couldn’t see the top of the columns for it was hid by the side boards of the closed in canopy, each carved in deep curves and hiding the curtain rods as well. The comforter was burgundy with black lace upon it that stretch all across it and a bit off the sides of the edge. There were many pillows. Two that matched the comforter, two black ones and two burgundy ones, each bearing silk and lace. There were assortments of throw pillows too. On each side of the bed was matching nightstands with various things upon them and at the foot of the bed, stood a dressing bench with a thick pillow top that was red velvet with a throw cover, strewn off the side of it. The bed and tables took up the entire left wall.

In the corner of the back wall was a high backed, velvet chair with a tiny table on the right side of it. It was simple but had a frilly pillow stuck in its corners. On the back wall was the fireplace with a deep carved banister. There were liquids in crystal bottles with matching glasses on one side of it. The room had various painting matching the décor and the wall was painted a deep red with a design resembling black lace over it. The flooring was hardwood with a large area rug, hid mostly by the bed, which looked just like the hall rug. There were cherry wood columns in the corners of the room, carved with angels that seemed to lighten the deepness of the large room. The ceiling was high, black and in the middle of it, hung a large crystal chandelier. I hadn’t cut it on because the fireplace was lit and it gave plenty of light and warmth. This room was perfect and took my breath away as I noticed something new at every turn. I was tired and decided a bath would be best before I crawled into that perfect, queen sized bed.

I set off to the bathroom, cut on the light and found it to be a girl’s dream come true. On the left hand side was a wide counter that was black marble with a deep black porcelain sink with potions, lotions and other bathroom stuff around it. There was a large mirror above it that was framed in cherry wood and matching deep colored light fixtures on each side. The toilet was by the counter with a cast iron stand behind it, also black. The flooring was deep red tile with black area rugs. The front wall had a window that looked like the one in the bedroom but at a smaller scale with closed black drapes. In the right side corner was a stand up shower surrounded in frosted glass with black tiles inside and beside that was a deep garden tub of black porcelain that had a black marble counter around it. It was full of jets with brass hardware. The bathroom was full of bathroom things, candles, lotions and it smelled of deep lavender and painted like the bedroom. I sat on the ledge of the bath and ran it, adding bubbles and different infusions to the water. I peed while I waited. I thought of all that had went on and I was still confused but satisfied by the well treatment that I had received. These people had treated me with respect, thus far, and I was grateful. I undressed and slipped in the bath. It felt good having the jets hit all my sore spots. I washed slowly but I had to watch my hurt arm for the bubbles and bath stuff burned it. I washed it anyways. I was gouged badly but no longer bleeding. I knew it would scar terribly but that wasn’t my biggest concern. I washed the dirt and blood away from my tired body and the bath renewed me. It felt good to feel clean. I got out and drained and rinsed the tub, rapping my self in a towel and walked out to the room to find some cloths.


When I went in there, I noticed someone had placed more firewood in the fireplace, put bandages on the vanity for my arm and pulled the covers back on the bed, exposing the black sheets underneath. In the dresser I found a new camisole set to wear in what seemed like an underwear drawer. I went to the bathroom, in search for some sort of feminine menstruation item so that I didn’t ruin the new cloths. I found pads under the sink as well as a hair dryer, hot iron and other soaps and stuff. I pulled the designer tags off the camisole set and put my pad in my panties and put it on along with the top. It was a cream set with black lace on the waistband of the underwear, lace on the neckline and bottom seam. It was clingy, satin and had spaghetti straps. I fixed my hair, not wanting it to curl up and frizz and went to the vanity to fix my arm with the dressings. Once I was finished, I looked myself over in the stand up mirror, satisfied that I didn’t look like a refugee anymore and went to go to bed. I had to take some of the pillows off and when I pressed my hands in the mattress, it formed to me, like some temper material. The sheets were those high thread counts, almost like rubbing my hands on clouds. I cut the bathroom light off and climbed in bed. I looked up and noticed that the top of the canopy had a cloth on it, secured by a ruby jeweled pin. I saw the tops of the post; they were just like the bottoms with the square base on it. The curtain rod was brass and the curtain tops were pulled along by little brass rings. I hugged one of the pillows, facing the fire, finding it hypnotizing. I was exhausted and glad to finally get some rest and for some reason I felt safe in this house. I fell asleep almost immediately into dream land.


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Markus was sitting once again at the head of the table in the dining room, lost in thought. He thought of his new human guest. Her stunning beauty captivated him, which was something rare of a human. He knew that he had to do something, for she could not go back to her everyday life. William came in, breaking his thoughts and briefed him on the latest of the intriguing Ann.

“Ann has been shown to one of the bedroom suites on the second floor, my lord. She has bathed and the last news was that she was sleeping. What’s on your mind brother?” William spoke with a small bit of amusement on his stern face.

“Very good, she needs to feel comfortable in her current situation. I just wonder William, what am I supposed to do with a human girl. Do you know anything of her?” He spoke as he let the thought of how he had touched the sweet Ann in the main chamber and how she reacted to his touch. His lust soon returned.

“I know that her name is Ann Lynn, she is twenty, has a small flat in southern Romania, married in the mist of a divorce and she is from the states. I did a small background check on her. I found out by some of the locals that she met Ontario at local pub and that’s how she became involved in with the lycans, which is a growing number in that area. I ran a residency check on Ann. She has lived here in Romania with a permanent residency license for the last three months, since the death of her son. Brother, I feel that you must decide what you want from this young lady. I brought her here because you asked to see her. I cleaned up the mess and have guards looking out around the place, where we found her but you wanted her. That will have to be your choice.” William spoke sternly, seeing his brother deep in thought. He knew deep down that Markus fancied this new found human and he would do what he could do to protect Ann because Markus needed a companion with a like mind and maybe Ann could settle him down a bit.

Markus shot William a testy look. They had like minds and could share thoughts. “What should we do with her then, her punishment?” Asked William.

“I don’t know! You have any suggestions? You are the one who brought her here in the first place!” Markus spoke quickly, irritated that he was the one who had to make all the decisions in this matter. His mind went quickly to her stunning face and her smeared makeup. He knew she didn’t want to be in this anymore then they did but he couldn’t just let her go. The other immortals of their land would know of her recent dealings and be after her head and the trauma of the issue would most likely scar her for life. He couldn’t help but to let his cold heart feel some sympathy for the young woman.

“Just make sure she gets the healing antidote for her wounds and that she is fed for the time being until I make my decisions. I have to clear my head” He put his face in his hands again, feeling weak from a lack of blood.

“I can do that, brother.” Smiling a bit as he looked upon his bewildered brother, he knew that he was in a dilemma, pondering what to do with her. He mentally sent signals to his brother. Make her yours, Markus, your pretty little pet. Markus looked at him, letting the idea feel his insides.

“Well I am going to go and make some last preparations before I rest brother, I will send someone to check on Ann.” He spoke but Markus cut him off.

“No, I will do that myself. Rest brother.” He spoke as William nodded and left the table.
Markus put his face once again in his hands, rubbing his fingers across his temples. The days work had drained him and the taste of Ann sweet blood only enticed him. Soon a glass was set upon the table and someone sat down. Markus could smell Mickelle at once, her perfume was sickening to him and her ever following presence was irritating him.

“You must feed, my lord.” She spoke pushing the glass forward towards his view.
“Thank you.” He said absently. His mind was still wandering off about Ann and her current issues. He ran his index finger around the rim of the glass. The potency of the wine in the blood was intoxicating as he drank from his glass finally, letting it fill his hunger. Mickelle poured more but she did this in an enticing way, letting her cleavage show as she poured the blood into the glass. Markus was disgusted at her tactics. She had been after him for years but he knew something that others didn’t. She was once a death dealer and he could smell Kraven’s blood in her, for he was her maker and he didn’t trust her, for her lust in power was more than a knack but an obsession and he couldn’t stand her presence. Ann, though, was innocent. She took what she could get and asked for little and he appreciated that. Markus only tolerated Mickelle because William loved to play cat and mouse games with her, since her hatred for lycans was deep, he found it entertaining. Markus laughed inwardly at his brother’s horrible game but it serves Mickelle right. He saved her in the thought of her changing but she was still the same selfish bitch she was 6 years ago.

“Are you okay?” She asked putting her hand on Markus’ shoulder. He hated her feeling. He snatched her hand away quickly, gripping it deeply and watched the pain on her face. “I am fine, you’re excused.” He let her hand go and she left like a scared child at Markus’ sudden temper with her. He drank from the glass again, sorting his thoughts, pulled his seat back and decided to go see sleeping beauty.

Markus saw his brother pondering at Mickelle. She was doing all she could to ignore him but William poked more. Markus was feeling flushed from the blood and satisfied. He mentally told his brother not to play with his food as he walked by. Mickelle tried to get his attention but he ignored her stupidity. William soon lost interest in Mickelle and excused her as he walked with his brother “I will show you to the prisoner’s chamber.” He said, mocking the last two words. Markus found this amusing even though he was focused. William led him to the room and spoke with him briefly.

“I must go poke at my food before it gets cold, as for you don’t stay up too long and remember brother to be gently. She is a human” He said smiling. Markus couldn’t help but to smile back at his brother at his tactics and off the wall comments.

Markus could smell Ann from outside the door. Her sweet and salty, human blood engulfed his senses as he let himself into her room. He wouldn’t been able to control his urge to feed from her if it wasn’t for the blood that he drank earlier but that was still hard, with the site he saw and the smell that filled the room.

Ann was sleeping sweetly, hugging a pillow like a child with its favorite toy. Her hair was flowing off the edge of the pillow and she was uncovered. Small pieces of hair surrounded her sweet face and her pink lips parted just a bit. Markus sat down on the side of the bed beside her, running his hand up the sensitive skin on the back of her thigh, letting his fingers go up over her hips and up her exposed skin of her back, especially the sensitive parts of her spine. She shifted her weight and turned over onto her back, letting her legs part a bit and laying an arm up around her face on the pillow. He couldn’t help himself; he let the full length of his hand rub across her stomach, right above her panties slipping his fingers a bit under her shirt seem then encircling around her navel and then letting the tips of his fingers play under her panty line. She arched her back in response to his touch. He looked over her; she had bathed and wore a tight fitting camisole set that hugged all her perfect curves. He saw how long her legs were, perfectly shaped and her tiny feet with her painted toes. He liked her like this. She was so young and looked good for someone who had once had a child. He continued touching her, rubbing his hands up and down her parted legs, in between her thighs. She bent her leg and let it fall open onto the pillow beside her, sighing deeply in her sleep. Markus found himself, blowing warm breaths on her stomach, tracing his fingers of his left hand in her panty line while holding her hips with the other. He let his right hand push her left leg off the bed. He positioned himself so that he could rub the inside of her legs and kiss the sensitive spots. She continued to draw in deep breaths until he was unable to handle her human smell any longer. He pushed her panties to the side and covered his mouth over her and running his tongue deeply in her and up her soft folds. She was aroused and wet past her menstruation and the salty taste tantalized him more. She arched her back in his advancements and this allowed for a small stream to fill his mouth. He sucked at her and she moaned deeply in her sleep as he rubbed his available hand up her inner thigh. A bit of memory came with her blood, a small view of her encounter with him in the chamber room.

He had to stop, she began to push herself against his mouth and he wanted to save her orgasm for another time, perhaps, when she was awake. He longed to have more of her blood and didn’t want to taint her with his bite so he pulled away, even though he didn’t want to. He found it hard not to just wake her up and finish what he started. He wanted to slide himself inside her and here that deep moan again. He let these thoughts flow through his mind as her human blood almost intoxicated him, even in its small amounts. He covered her, letting her sleep as he tried to push the thoughts aside. He stepped away and to the door, looking at her sleep sweetly before he left. He wanted her like that forever, innocent and sweet.

He made his way down the hallway and up the stairs to the third level, running into a servant, telling her that Ann would need assistance from the doctor when she awoke and a meal. The older servant woman agreed and Markus entered his bed chambers. He desperately needed a shower, something to clear his mind of that girl. He was exhausted and felt weak. He let the hot water run over him, not in any particular rush, letting the water take away his worries and clear his head. Once showered, he slipped into bed, feeling exhausted but rejuvenated. If not for that shower, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep because of a growing erection at the thought of Ann and her voice. He thought a moment longer of her face and was soon asleep at her thoughts.

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Mickelle had gone back to her room to calm her furious mind. She hated how Markus treated her over that human. She wanted to slit her throat but that wasn’t something she wanted to do knowing it would mean sure death for her. William came into her bed chambers and walked up behind her.

“Micky, you need to get over your obsessions with this nonsense. It really isn’t that big of a deal. I wanted to come by to tell you to lie off. I don’t want you interfering with this. Markus is a grown man, and his choices are his own and I don’t want you to fuck it up.” He spoke as he pressed his hand firmly into her back. She continued to ignore him looking out the window.

“I mean it. Do not cross my plans or I will have your head.” He said as he turned her in his arms, gripping her with a strength that filled her with fear. She agreed, trying not to upset her lycan master. “I understand, my lord” She said lowering her face.

William let her go and quickly left from her room. Mickelle sobbed deeply on her bed, hating the new human. She hated how all of this was going wrong. She had to come up with a plan to rid that girl so that she would be of interest again. A clever thought filled her head. She let it fill her with hope again, drying her tears and undressing for bed. The thought rocked her to sleep.

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The house was silent of the immortals sleeping. The only occupants were of the human servants that served the immortals and were obligated to Markus, the coven leader and most powerful of all immortals in existence. Little to many eyes, a love affair had already started as well as a full blown conspiracy in the making. All rested, unaware of the new affairs.


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